20 August. On every life a little rain must fall. Perhaps today a reminder that autumn's not that far away. Still, I'm still enjoying this. I should have started sooner – posting about cycling that is, rather than cycling itself. That way I could have told you about the cold beer I enjoyed at Nazareth way back in May.
But today's not a beer day. Today's a warming glass of Merlot, enjoyed in the company of the Queen.
Cut off in my prime. My very first serious tumble after a lifetime of cycling. So no more pictures for a while – if only because the handlebars are hanging off. Luckily the local hospital's cricket team were on hand to come to my rescue (and offering every conceivable specialism, from heart attacks to orthopaedic surgery). 'Yeah, thanks for that', I said.